Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.